Spiritual Sleep

by The Raven's Death Angel

As she lies there on the cold dark bed,He keeps resurfacing in her head.She shuts her eyes,Closes her mind.As she closes her hand around the knife,For that's all she needs tonight.She drags the blade across her veins,Cutting wide, Cutting deep.As the blood flows out,She finally falls into a spiritual sleep.She's gone now,Clinging to his bloodstained picture.